Chapter 5, Phase 8 - Storybook

Grimara and Nightfall had spent weeks preparing an army fit to ravage Ulfrheim. Deep within the frozen reaches of Niflheim they had gathered followers, the darkest of magic wielders, and readied themselves beside the portal resting beneath Frostfall Lake. Helvalla had never truly been their destination, not really. It was the Crescent Throne they wanted. To get it they would need to go to Ulfrheim first. But what they had not prepared for was Neebo.

In his panic to protect both the Brunnrekka and Yggdravixen, he had sealed the pathways entirely, collapsing the bridge between the two realms before Grimara could force her army through it. Every attempt to reopen the crossing by both her and Nightfall had failed. That was until Skorgrim of course.

The moment Grimara realized who he truly was, how could she possibly say no? Aurora may have possessed blood capable of answering Helvalla itself through her fated ties to the island, but Skorgrim sat before her now like a gift placed carefully into her paws by fate itself. Fenrir’s bloodline. Powerful blood that would surely answer her call. Enough, Grimara hoped, to force the veil apart.

Very quickly after Skorgrim’s blood hissed eagerly into the flames, Grimara realized something was wrong. The portal convulsed violently before them, crimson and gold magic thrashing outward hard enough to batter everyone standing too close, as though the breach itself was lashing out in pain.

“No…” Grimara breathed sharply, staggering backwards as she fought against the violent bursts of magic. “No, that’s impossible!”

Just hours prior, Ylva had guided Hel’s two fjord horses slowly toward the highest peaks of Helheim’s Gate at Hel’s request. The journey had been agonizingly slow, Hel barely able to keep herself upright for more than a few moments at a time. Ylva hated the look of pain etched into her features as the carriage rolled over the rocky terrain. She hated the weakness in her movements. More than once Hel caught Ylva staring at her with that same unbearable grief she had carried ever since Haldor’s Pass. Hel couldn’t help but feel responsible for it.

Maybe if they had never become soulbound to begin with, Ylva would still have her family. Maybe she would still be seen. Loved openly instead of spoken about in whispers and judgemental glares. But none of that mattered now. Hel had promised Ylva she would take them somewhere safe, and she would be damned if her injuries stopped her from giving the two of them peace at last.

Weakly, Ylva helped Hel onto all fours as another violent cough wracked her chest.

“Are you sure you’re alright, love?” Ylva spoke softly.

Hel lifted her gaze toward Ylva, finding strength in the devotion that reflected back at her through tear-glossed eyes. “I’m alright, my love,” Hel whispered back softly. “Step back please.”

Ylva hesitated, but eventually retreated as instructed while Hel dragged herself toward the edge of Helheim’s Gate. Darkness churned violently beneath the mountain peaks, the void below groaning as blackened eosteric magic slowly spread outward beneath Hel’s now trembling paws. She closed her eyes tightly to focus.

“As above…” she whispered beneath her breath.

The void answered immediately, its roar shaking the mountain itself as Ylva attempted to ground herself.

“...so below,” Hel finished.

The tallest peak erected before them burst into a radiant and blinding light. The pulse exploded outward violently, racing down through Helheim’s Gate and deep into the winding paths below as stone cracked apart beneath the force. Massive boulders splintered free from the cliffsides as they thundered downward into the darkness beneath. And in that exact same moment, Grimara’s portal ruptured.

Blood magic collided violently with eosteric magic as both portals opened simultaneously across both Ulfrheim and Niflheim, the forces twisting together into something corrupted and unknown. Crimson and golden light folded inward upon itself as though reality itself could no longer withstand the pressure between them. Every soul caught within either portal was consumed instantly, light swallowing everything and everyfel whole. 

You were battered by the raw and unshaped magic, elemental forces tearing you around so quickly your mind could hardly comprehend what was happening. Fire became ocean, ice became rain, and wind screamed loud enough to deafen everyfel before collapsing suddenly into silence. You plummeted for what felt like an eternity, the silence embracing you, until a sudden and jarring impact brought you back to reality with startling focus.

You groaned softly as you pulled yourself back onto all fours, savaged by yet another portal after what felt like endless years tumbling through nothingness. Golden shores stretched endlessly around you beneath unfamiliar heavens above, glowing softly below strange constellations overhead. 

Nearby, Ylva was already helping Hel steady herself while Grimara stared openly in disbelief at the landscape surrounding them. Skorgrim quickly pulled himself upright, shaking out his coat, while Aurora slowly rose further down the shoreline, confusion painted clearly across her expression. For a long moment nofel spoke. Then finally Ylva broke the silence.

“What happened?”

Hel looked just as unsettled as everyfel by the answer as she spoke it.

“I opened a portal to Hymnlaeja,” she admitted, glancing around at the others now gathered along the shoreline. “What are all of you doing here?”

Aurora’s ears pinned back tight against her head as Grimara explained their own attempt to force passage from Niflheim to Ulfrheim. Realization slowly surfaced in Hel’s expression.

“The portal I opened…” she began carefully, “was only meant for Ylva and I. It was a one way ticket, so there is no intention to return.”

You exchanged a confused look with Aurora, though Ylva refused to meet either of your gazes. An awkward silence settled over the group before Hel finally cleared her throat.

“There is another way. Jörmungandr was my gift to Loki. Because of that… I can still call upon a portal to Jörmungandr. Even here.”

The moment Loki’s name left Hel’s lips, something dark flashed across Aurora’s expression. It was painted in clear shades of frustration, bitterness, and pain. Her scowl only grew deeper the longer Hel spoke, the tension between the two palpable enough to poison the very air around them.

“We wait until morning,” Hel finished, looking toward the looming dark forests beyond the shoreline. “Traversing Hymnlaeja at night is far too dangerous. At least if you wish to wake come morning.”

As night settled over Hymnlaeja, the group made camp upon the glowing shores beneath the unfamiliar heavens. The sea rolled softly against the sands while distant constellations shimmered overhead, their reflections dancing across the darkened water. For the first time since arriving, things almost felt peaceful. Almost. Near the shallows, Hel and Ylva stood together beneath the low light of the waves. Though still visibly weak, Hel carefully waded into the water beside her soulmate. Still, despite the pain etched into every motion, a softness lingered about her that had not existed before Ylva. With an exhausted smile she flicked water toward Ylva, earning her an immediate gasp of playful offense from the silver-coated female.

“Hel!” Ylva scolded between their laughter.

Hel only splashed her again. Ylva lunged toward her in retaliation and the two tangled together within the shallows, laughter softly echoing along the shoreline. Hel eventually lowered her head, twisting her muzzle gently into Ylva’s mane as the two settled against one another in the water.

Aurora, who had been exploring nearby, spotted the two in their embrace. She stopped to peer at them through the thicket, their moment lingering long enough to hurt.

The tender embrace only fed the fury festering from deep within her chest. Rage curled so violently beneath her skin she could feel her lip twitch as a low growl rumbled beneath her breath. Why did Hel get this? Why did she get peace? Love? Happiness? Why did she get to stand beside her soulmate while Aurora remained trapped worlds apart from her own?

Eventually Ylva murmured something softly against Hel’s ear before turning back toward camp. Hel watched her leave with an unmistakable adoration before stepping from the water herself to continue gathering fallen wood nearby. Aurora moved quietly behind her.

Thoughts raced through her mind with every step forward. By the time she drew close enough to Hel to strike, Hel still hadn’t noticed her approach. Aurora’s ears pinned back as the darker thoughts grew even louder. She could do it now. One strike. One cheap, cowardly strike. Perhaps if Hel died, the magic would die with her. Perhaps the curse would finally break. Perhaps Loki could come home to her waiting embrace. Perhaps they could finally exist together again without tearing worlds apart simply by breathing the same air. Aurora’s claws flexed instinctively as they dug into the earth beneath her. The darkness nearly swallowed her whole here. Then suddenly, she snapped back to reality. No. This wasn’t who she was. 

It was this moment Hel turned at the faint shift in movement behind her and startled, her heart visibly skipping a beat when she realized just how close Aurora stood.

“Oh,” Hel spoke softly, nervousness immediately creeping into her voice. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Mm,” Aurora responded in a dismissive tone.

Aurora moved past Hel stiffly before settling beside the firewood in defeat, shoulders tense beneath the weight of the emotions she carried. Hel lingered awkwardly nearby, glancing left and right uncertainly before finally finding the courage to speak.

“I never meant to cause the hurt you’ve been forced to endure, Aurora,” Hel said sorrowfully. “Please forgiv—”

“I don’t need your pity,” Aurora snapped back sharply, cutting Hel off before her apology could finish. “Nor your apologies.”

Hel fell silent for a moment trying to find the right words to say. “I’m not the Felvarg I used to be.”

Aurora let out a bitter laugh in agitation, “You’re what?” She scoffed angrily, rolling her eyes. “Reformed?”

Hel visibly recoiled, though Aurora continued before she could respond.

“You’ll kill her with your corruption,” Aurora spat out without thinking, her voice trembling now beneath her own heartbreak. “You’ll kill everything you love.”

Hel’s ears slowly folded backwards.

“It’s bad enough you ruined my life,” Aurora continued, the words leaving her muzzle before she could stop them, “Don’t ruin hers too. Do us all a favor, Hel.”

The moment her words finished, regret struck Aurora immediately. Her own eyes widened in horror of herself, but it was already too late. The damage had been done, and it was only further confirmed by the look on Hel’s face. Every ounce of fight quietly left her posture as heartbreak hollowed visibly through her chest. She lowered her gaze toward the crashing waves and for a moment Aurora nearly took it back.

Hel sat in the hurt for a moment before she rose to her paws and bowed her head respectfully toward Aurora instead. Perhaps she believed she deserved every word. Aurora watched her walk toward the treeline with a jaded expression, torn between the Felvarg she truly was and the grief of being forever separated from Loki.

“Why?” Aurora suddenly cried out behind her, her voice cracking through the silence between them. “Why him? Why me?”

Hel froze mid-stride. For a moment she did not move at all. Then finally she turned her head just enough to look back over her shoulder, pale blue eyes catching Aurora’s through the darkness.

“The magic here is older than ours,” Hel said quietly through the hurt, “Older than curses. Older than bindings.” Hel nodded her head back towards the treeline where shades of gold and red danced within.

Aurora twisted her head to one side in confusion.

“Hymnlaeja does not cling to such things the way our worlds do,” Hel continued softly. “Some burdens lose their teeth here.” With those parting words, Hel turned and continued forward into the forest.

Aurora was confused at first, until it finally hit her. Her breath caught in her chest before panic overtook every emotion she had. Without another word she turned and bolted toward the opposite side of camp, paws tearing violently through the sands of Hymnlaeja’s shores.

“Aurora!” you called after her.

But Aurora never stopped. The others lifted their heads in alarm as you gave chase to her through the darkness. Aurora moved recklessly, desperation carrying her faster than reason ever could. Branches snapped beneath her paws as she bounded through the undergrowth, her breathing ragged with both fear and hope. Out of nowhere Aurora came to a raging halt. You skidded to a halt just moments behind her, equally out of breath.

There before the cliffs, swirling between the trees themselves, stood a sight you knew all too well. Crimson and gold magic twisted together in a spiralling void, its light reflecting across Aurora’s trembling figure as the portal churned before the both of you. Aurora looked back only once, and you knew better than to tell her not to jump. Without hesitation she leapt within. Silence fell heavily around you as Aurora’s figure disappeared into the night. Only the crashing waves of Hymnlaeja filling the air.

Just on the outskirts of camp, Ylva made her way toward a shadow perched upon a cliffside. She slowed as she approached, quickly recognizing Skorgrim’s silhouette against the goldenlit skies of Hymnlaeja. For a moment she merely observed him in silence. Carefully he wrapped the wound on his leg, wincing each time the bloodied cloth tightened around the flesh he himself had carved open only a few hours prior. Ylva cleared her throat softly so as to not startle him. 

Even still, Skorgrim jolted slightly before glancing back over his shoulder. The moment he realized it was her, he quickly turned his attention back toward the wound as though pretending not to care.

“Let me help you with that,” Ylva said softly.

Skorgrim only grunted in response before deliberately swiveling his back toward her, clearly rejecting the offer entirely. Ylva retreated one paw in surprise, though she did not push further. Instead she quietly settled beside him, respectful of the walls he so desperately tried to erect around himself. Skorgrim watched her from the corner of his eye, visibly fighting the urge to shell up completely and disappear back into the darkness surrounding Hymnlaeja’s forests. For a long time neither said a word. Then finally Skorgrim tilted his head upward toward the heavens above them, constellations bursting softly to life overhead.

“Loki told me stories of this place when I was a pup,” he admitted quietly. “He swore one day he would show it to me.”

Ylva followed his gaze outward towards the stars above them both. “The heavens,” she murmured equally as softly, causing Skorgrim to glance toward her once more. “Where the two-legged gods began.” A faint smile surfaced upon Ylva’s face, though sadness lingered behind it as her brows furrowed. “I’d heard the stories before,” she admitted. “But I never thought I’d see it in the flesh.”

For a moment Skorgrim almost seemed willing to open up further. But just as quickly as he softened, he hardened again. “We shouldn’t be here,” he muttered defensively, shaking his head before pushing himself to his paws. “We need to go home. Where we belong.”

Ylva did not lash out, it was quite the opposite. She remained calm as Skorgrim turned intending to leave. “Home?” she questioned delicately.

Skorgrim paused.

“What is home? Ulfrheim?” Ylva frowned faintly at the thought, memories of her time there before she departed flickering through her mind. “What has that island ever truly done for you?”

Skorgrim blinked, confusion briefly overtaking his guarded expression. Ylva lowered her gaze then began rummaging carefully through the satchel resting at her side, the same one she had spent the evening gathering herbs she had foraged into. After a moment she withdrew a small tattered strip of purple cloth embroidered in black thread. The moment Skorgrim saw it, he froze. It matched the bindings woven carefully throughout his drapes almost perfectly.

“I thought it belonged to father,” Ylva said quietly, breaking the silence between them. “I kept it all these years, and yet when he returned… it felt strange that it did not smell like him anymore.”

Skorgrim stared openly now, unable to speak.

“That’s odd, wouldn’t you say?” Ylva questioned further. The silence between the two of them stretched painfully. “They took you, didn’t they?” Ylva finally whispered. “I remember the scent the day we crossed paths in Haldor’s Pass. I didn’t understand it then… but I understand now.”

Every instinct within Skorgrim's body screamed at him to flee. Back to the shadows where he had always found comfort in the darkness. Instead, slowly, he sat back down beside her. Before he could speak Ylva continued.

“It’s alright,” Ylva offered Skorgrim a gentle smile. “Home is not always where your story begins. And your story is one only you can write.” For the first time since she had met him, Skorgrim finally looked at her. Truly looked at her. He studied every feature with a softness Ylva didn’t know he was capable of. Ylva could feel his vulnerability, and so she spoke before the silence could swallow him whole.

“Home is where you find peace,” she said quietly, “Home is the color blue…” Her thoughts briefly drifted towards Hel, toward pale blue eyes that had grounded her through every pain she carried. “...grounding me from every hurt I’ve ever known. Home is where you realize the pain will never leave if you do not loosen the hold it has around your throat.”

Skorgrim’s expression slowly softened further. 

“Home will not erase the horrors you faced,” Ylva continued, “But it will soothe the burn, brother.”

The word struck him harder than any wound ever had. Skorgrim gasped softly, his eyes widening as something within his chest finally cracked open. For the first time in his entire life, his expression softened entirely. But almost immediately after, his walls began to rise once more. “I have no hom—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Ylva turned and wrapped herself around him. Skorgrim froze instantly beneath her embrace. Here, locked within one another’s safety, Ylva allowed the moment to linger. She pressed herself gently against him, offering him warmth he had never once known how to ask for.

“You do have a home,” she whispered softly in his ear. “Here. With me. And anywhere I am, upon this island or any other.”

Skorgrim closed his eyes tightly. Deep down he was terrified this moment would end. That he would open them again and this exchange with Ylva would be nothing more than a dream.

“And when you are alone beneath blighted stars, brother… I will be gazing upon them too. Praying you find your way back to peace.”

For the first time in his life, Skorgrim experienced something he could not name. And because he did not yet have the courage to speak it aloud, Ylva allowed him silence instead. After a long while she nuzzled softly into him one final time before quietly departing back toward camp in search of Hel.

By the time you returned to camp, the first signs of dawn had begun creeping across the heavens. Most of the group had already gathered near the shoreline, exhaustion ever-present in them all. Hel stood quietly near the water’s edge, pale and weak still from all she endured.

“She left, didn’t she?” Ylva queried. You nodded, but as you looked around to everyfel, no one seemed surprised to find Aurora leapt into yet another portal.

Hel lowered her gaze briefly before turning away from the shoreline. Without a word she began leading the group back into the forest, toward the very place Aurora had vanished into the portal only hours prior. Eventually Hel slowed near the edge of a cliffside clearing where traces of crimson and gold still flickered against the earth.

“Stay close,” Hel warned, exhaustion evident in every movement she made. “Jörmungandr’s pathways are unforgiving.”

Blackened magic slowly curled outward beneath Hel’s paws once more. The remnants of Aurora’s portal roared out in response, whirling into a larger gaping chasm in front of everyfel. One by one Hel fought to keep the portal stable as the group crossed through. You were the last to leap within, and it was only after you glanced back at Ylva, Hel, and Skorgrim, that you realized they weren’t going to follow you. Ylva exchanged one last sorrowful look at you before she encouraged you forward.

The sensation was mercifully brief this time, far gentler than Hymnlaeja’s violent pull had been. Sea air immediately flooded your lungs as your paws struck solid ground. It worked. Jörmungandr. Massive cliffs stretched across the overcasted shoreline. The island smelled of salt water, rain, and metal. At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary until you turned and spotted Hrafnstraumr, and against Hongerige’s waves you noticed something.

It was Vessra, and her forces swarmed the western reaches of Hrafnstraumr like ants upon a carcass. Nattnkatt and Nattnkin moved tirelessly between towering stacks of timber and rope while the skeleton of an enormous vessel loomed above them all. Even unfinished, the ship dwarfed nearly every other boat you’d seen before, and it was clearly nearing completion.

From the peaks of Ravnsfjell, you could see it clearly. As you observed the many bodies below, Vessra slowly lifted her head and spotted the group as they watched. Though distance separated you, there was something deeply unsettling about the way her gaze lingered. Everyfel looked at one another in confusion, but nofel spoke, and nofel moved. Only the sea crashed violently against the cliffs below as the reality of what stood before you slowly settled into place.

What in Fenrir’s name was she preparing for?

Something seems... suspicious here. The shores of Hongerige have grown unusually quiet, save for the occasional rustle of crates being dragged beneath the cover of night. Freyja continued to catch the sight of several Yggdravixen slinking around the Emporium after hours, tails twitching, whispering amongst themselves before disappearing toward the docks.

Perhaps you should check it out?

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🎁 The lucky winner of Potluck is the holder of ticket #19, cowpoke-morgan! Congratulations as you walk home with 1x Easter Treats. Don't eat them all at once!

🐺 Let us take a moment to celebrate May's Felvarg of the Month Meraud, owned by AWritersHivemind! Meraud is as steady and strong as a heartbeat - his competency and devotion makes him a valuable asset in any given situation. Onefel might easily call him a hero, and they'd be right. We love to see his patient presence in everything, so let's give a round of applause and welcome him into the spotlight!

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💜  Sacred Offering has been updated for the month of May! 💜 

Uhma steps down from her shrine gracefully, allowing for the entrance of Dawnforge, who has taken the blacksmithing world by storm with his innovative creations and artistic endeavors. His gaze settles upon you with a wry smile and you know you're going to get an earful about new smithing techniques if you get too close.

As always, you may also provide a 500+ word roleplay sample to receive 1x Rune of Experience.

🌸 May's Seasonal Passage of Courtship prompts have been flipped! 🌸 

Growing up, there was one fel that always guided you when you needed it most - perhaps it was somefel that was only briefly in your life, helping shape who you would become. How can you thank them for their help? The red moon calls you, tugging you further up the mountainside and beckoning for you to howl out to the skies. What emotion does this act bring forth?

🌫️ Quest is Live 🌫️

Night begins to take hold, and the moon hides its face from the world as if it was never there to begin with. The sky is dark and starless, tendrils of shadow creeping in as you walk through the forest. Day disappears, taking with it your sight. What senses will you rely upon when even the lantern light is too faint to pierce through the black?

🏁 Highvale March Has Concluded 🏁

Our top five winners are:
BeachBumDunkin's Aster 4299, expertly navigated the cliffside of Fenrir’s Incisor. As they peaked over the final ridge, the crowd roared with praise. Our First Place winner crosses the finish line in 17 Hours!
Chamodile's Denali 1878, whose paws know every path, cleverly navigated the race breaching the final ridgeline sending the crown into a frenzy. Our Second Place winner crosses the finish line in 18 Hours!
AlmaLusitanaARPG's Cathal 5490, enjoyed every mile as they skipped along the trail with a smile on their face, never tiring for a moment. The cheering from the crowd only fueled their enthusiasm further. Our Third Place winner crosses the finish line in 19 Hours!
Beau-tifullyWritten's Brisnir 7645, raced towards the finishline, each pawstep landing firm and pushing them forward swiftly towards the cheering crowd. Our Fourth Place winner crosses the finish line in 20 Hours!
OllieBeanzz's Chick Hicks 7623, who lives for the thrill of the race, proudly rushed towards the crowd as they chanted his name. Our Fifth Place winner crosses the finish line in 20 Hours!

The following Felvargs that completed Riverrend Rush have returned in the following placements:
6th Place: AdmiraI - Rafe 8476 = 21 Hours
7th Place: Foxxie  - Ghost 8555 = 22 Hours
8th Place: NeoTheBaka  - Marshmallow 8000 = 22 Hours
9th Place: Hollow-f0rest  - Mishka 7925 = 22 Hours
10th Place: Nyxie  - Juno 8090 = 23 Hours
11th Place: Artemis  - Xora 5620 = 24 Hours
12th Place: Nomminus - Trooper 2858 = 24 Hours
13th Place: JayWolfVeer  - Maddox 8401 = 25 Hours
14th Place: BreakingFates  -Aconite 7777 = 25 Hours
15th Place: Aereflow - mist 5292 = 26 Hours
16th Place: Lyusitrov  - Jake 7759 = 28 Hours
17th Place: cowpoke-morgan - Strider 272 = 29 Hours
18th Place: Pirium  - Kalen 8028 = 30 Hours
19th Place: LeviLaVidaLoca  - Briska 8765 = 36 Hours
20th Place: HorticultureVulture - Fangless 8504 = 36 Hours

Kárn, Dread of the Open Sky 8654 threaded her way through the shadows of Fenrir's Incisor as one by one racers ran by, unaware of her presence. Denali however, paused for a brief moment, and Karn held her breath. Had she been noticed? Denali dug his paws into his pouch, revealing a map he drew himself. He flashed a toothy grin before taking a different path than the other racers. Intrigued, Karn followed him all the way to the finish line and beyond. Congratulations Chamodile.

⚔️Round One Of Tournament Has Begun⚔️
The gates of the Valkyrjas Arena swing open and Draven welcomes you all to spectate this year's Tournament! It is bound to be a juicy year full of clashing swords and clever tactics! 
Below are Round One's pairings! Good luck everyfel!

Somber 5142 x Ellaria 1267
Zintulak 8773 x Hecate 8515
Derja 7841 x Ravn 7592
Eirikr 8253 x Kaun 7865
Mist 5292 x Hohto 1180
Mayhem 8255 x Chick Hicks 7623
Marshmallow 8000 x Asgeir 8737
Skalld 8903 x Issa 7784
Ghost 8555 x Kalen 8028
Mavis 8323 x Tzarja 9046
Mishka 7925 x Lune 8038
Raiza 7234 x Himdral 2365
Barbossa 9028 x Obsidian 5350
Anchorage 6730 x Stri 8973
Hjorr 8480 x Target 1820
Austri 8012 x Trooper 2858
Ingilda 8449 x Artemisia 7820
Evanora 5625 x Raldri 7532
Lucifer 666 x Figment 2300

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